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[bodytext] => I be that n**** that say hey and I say bye when you leave
I walk around everyday wearing my heart on my sleeve cause I know that you can't take nothing for granted on this planet of trying times and love and loss. I write how I feel for what I need right now I feel that ***** hurts but what can't kill me can only make me stronger... for all that I should be incredible hulk cause I done been thru so much more than the next man can even talk. N**** boring a** life story is a page and mine is a book almost three hundred pages coming form the mind of a crook inside. Born in the hood, gotta learn how to hustle to survive see n***** livin their lives strugglin to get by slippin by puffin blunts and gettin high. but it's all good cause this is my world and if I could have that one girl of my dreams that I've thought about and woke up with screams I'll be okay. shorty can hold me down and I won't feel death but right now it seems that I don't have nothing left to give the world. I know I'm blessed but still what am I doing? what am I giving? look at the life I'm living: strugglin day to day with the dilemma of life and death do I wanna lkive or do I wanna die? Lord I ask you so many times and u never tell me why I'm still here living in this hell on earth why don't you just take a n**** so I can witnessmy rebirth and be one, keepin' it real with the angels and my main n**** Akil. It's because I lost that n**** that I feel this way and I wonder what haooened on his dying day I never lost faith and you and alway believed but where were you when that dude came up with the gun on his sleeve. Iklnow you my shield but what happened to his that n**** was living and had a couple kids but now he's unable to take care of them because his girl is widowed. He gotta beautiful son and that's the man number one for real, n***** out here is ill and I'm still owondering what the deal is why I aint gone. I keep hearing people tell me to keep on keeping on, hold on and be strong and I do for you and him cause I know I got you on my right and my n**** on my left and everybody who come across just know the rest and they can't ***** with it cause I got mad protection. I'm holding down my fort that you buiolt of for me to see what is real and I gotta heart made of love for n****s that be real [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 43 [informant] => choppaz [notes] => Edited [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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